Month: November 2014

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone. - Wendell Berry There are times when I go into the closet and shut the door and put my head to[..]

I listened to President Obama's remarks in the wake of the Ferguson Grand Jury decision as I drove home from Richland, Washington last night. I prefer the radio as my news source because it takes the hype out of the kind of reporting TV[..]

I don't want to believe that Bill Cosby did those things those women say he did. But here's a fact about truth: It can stand alone. Truth is not determined by who believes in it and who doesn't. We - the public - don't know[..]

This short film is worth your half-hour. It's a story of creativity and imagination. A story of hope and devotion. A story that transports. A story that reminds us that we find our best selves when we love others. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kV5dMQ-432M

My people are a superstitious bunch. We don't walk behind rocking chairs. We don't iron on Sundays. Lord, God forgive us quick if we break a mirror. Who can afford seven years of bad luck? My people know that if your nose is itching,[..]

Joe Galloway is a journalist, author, friend. Joe Galloway is also a veteran of wars. Several of them, including the ones still ongoing in Iraq and Afghanistan. And, yes, I know the war in Iraq is reportedly “over.” Try telling that to[..]

Thank you, Eleanor, for this song. I think whoever wrote it knew our family well. So much about this song I love but it sure did remind me a lot of Will Jesus Buy Me a Doublewide? 'cause I need more room for my plasma[..]

Death with Dignity. Such lyrical, poetic branding. I live in Oregon, home to the Death with Dignity laws, allowing terminally ill people the right to die when they want. To be clear this is not suicide. Suicide doesn't even belong in this discussion. That's[..]

Ah, Lord, it is November again. I woke to a steely gray sky, green grass bowing to rain and winter's chill. Those of you who know me best know how much I dread the onset of winter. There is nothing in this southern girl's[..]